At that time, Fang Geyu, who was unconscious and unaware of the situation, scoffed slightly, his gaze carrying a trace of mockery, "That's quite a skill. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, if you were to kill Yan Yun, it would be impulsive and vengeful murder. Not only would you bring trouble upon yourself, but you would also bring disaster to Jiujiu. This move is indeed clever."
Li Jiujiu felt a faint sense of unease and said, "Ah? How many days can Yan Yun still live?"
Baili An quickened his pace, and the two people behind him quickly followed. In the bleak darkness, his voice floated from ahead, sending chills down one's spine.
"There's no talk of a few days left to live. Yan Yun is dead. Moreover, just now, in her body, I did not feel the presence of my Essence Blood."
Li Jiujiu was so startled by this statement that she blankly said, "Dead… dead?"
Fang Geyu instantly realized and his face grew uglier, "Then this means, the other three are probably no longer alive either."
